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  1. Devilish AngelSeptember 13, 2016 at 10:45 PM

    Expressing pain from heart to paper reduces the burden of the mind...

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  2. Kala RaviSeptember 14, 2016 at 1:25 AM

    Ise jee halka karna bhi kehte hain! The perfect muse Saru!

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  3. Yogi SaraswatSeptember 14, 2016 at 3:22 AM

    Perfect !!

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  4. Sujatha SathyaSeptember 14, 2016 at 10:08 AM

    Lived a million lives ....niiice

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  5. Ankita September 16, 2016 at 3:40 AM

    last line blew me away!

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  6. Bikramjit Singh MannSeptember 19, 2016 at 5:28 AM

    Oh.. why so sad Mam

    Bikram's

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  7. Lady FiSeptember 19, 2016 at 1:00 PM

    Beautifully written!

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  8. Madan Mohan SaxenaSeptember 20, 2016 at 7:32 AM

    वाह . बहुत उम्दा,सुन्दर व् सार्थक प्रस्तुति
    कभी यहाँ भी पधारें और लेखन भाने पर अनुसरण अथवा टिपण्णी के रूप में स्नेह प्रकट करने की कृपा करें |
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  9. RajSeptember 23, 2016 at 3:12 PM

    This one traveled straight into my heart. :) Your poetry is unparalleled.

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  10. Saru SinghalSeptember 24, 2016 at 10:37 AM

    Thanks everyone for your lovely comments ☺

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